a/n: My name's LavenderIceCream and this is my first fanfic! Wow, I'm kinda embarrassed after making this, but I've always wanted try this kinda writing. Anyway, hope you like!
Her head fell back.
His lips trailed down her neck with hot kisses.
She murmured something, twisting, although in agony or pleasure, even she didn't know.
His hands cupped her burning face, captured her brilliant eyes, trapped her rose-bud lips.
She made a muffled sound as their tongues met, slowly sliding over each other like serpents.
He stroked her back, his hands played with the silk fire hair.
She trembled. Yes, it wasn't one or the other but both agony and pleasure.
He let go of her mouth and the tongue slid down her neck.
She sighed, the sweetness almost physically coiling around her.
He looked into her eyes once more. She was flailing, trying to stay afloat on the crashing surges, but then her head finally disappeared under the sea of lust.
She flung herself onto him and he grabbed her, the embrace fierce now, no longer a gentle calling but an entwined longing.
He tore off the barriers between them and they tumbled onto the soft grass, exquisite caresses from the clovers on their naked skin.
She looked up. The sparkling crystals suspended above were nothing to those blood-red rubies. She flicked strands of sandy hair playfully before nipping the tip of his ear.
He took a sharp breath, desire for her slamming down on him more painfully than ever before. He nuzzled her chest.
Her back arched without her will, the moan escaping at last. He licked her, the being before her more animal than man, hungry, thirsty.
He rubbed his face on her, enticing more moans of pleasure as he felt her. She was beautiful and he longed for her, as the wolf cries for the moon.
But this is where it must end. Why? Because it cannot happen. But it is happening! Right now! She was his forbidden pleasure, what he could never have, what he would destroy himself to have and what he would destroy himself for having.
Why else does the wolf howl at the moon?